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I use my brain as a playground, not as a calendar.
Since graduation, I have measured time in 4-by-5-inch pieces of paper, four days on the left and three on the right. Every social engagement, interview, reading, flight, doctor's appointment, birthday and dry-cleaning reminder has been handwritten between metal loops.
Sometimes you are in sync with the times, sometimes you are in advance, sometimes you are late.
There are only two days on my calendar, today and THAT DAY!
desktop and the letter fluttered onto the stack of bills. Minutes ticked by. All those late nights - the clinic, the gym, the hospital, the conferences. She should have guessed. When did it start?
walking calendar of crime,
Someone who lives always with a plane schedule in the drawer lives on a slightly different calendar.
The calendar and the mirror - they're bastards.
A day out of season, stopping the monotonous count of summer days. Stopping, too, one's own summer routine, so that, looking out on the gray skies, one says not only, 'What time of year is it?' but, 'What time of life am I in? Where am I? What am I doing?
Nature knows no calendar, the seasons move in a circle.
We are used to determining the time of our projects and events ourselves, and this is the reason why our life is full of chaos and vanity.
As I set out each day, I felt like a young child again. One who hadn't yet learned the rules of manmade time; the rules of clocks and calendars, of weekdays and weekends. Except the primitive markers of day and night, time lay ahead of me in a continuous, undefined mass.
It's equinox, with the world balanced between winter and summer, life and death, like a spinning ball balanced on the tip of someone's finger.
The anticipation-speculation that comes with a weekly schedule is a double-edged sword. Because people have more time to talk about things, some crazy ideas get a lot of attention.
A man who is locked in a room with nothing but a bed and a calendar, and the question is: How does he survive? The answer is: He eats dates from the calendar and drinks water from the springs of the bed.
Fifty years ago I learned to jump off the calendar but I kept getting drawn back on for reasons of greed and my imperishable stupidity.
Now the circle is complete. The dates must flow. He who controls the dates controls time itself.
We have a family calendar and it's how everybody runs. In truth, there's no trick to balancing it. If you look at the calendar and you've seen you've gone 10 days without a date night, you know you need to prioritize more.
The iPhone calendar isn't bad, but it isn't great, either. It only offers a day view and a month view - it doesn't have a week view, which drives me crazy.
When is your birthday?" ( ... )
Wide silver-gold eyes swung to him. "You don't know?"
"No."
Pouting, she twirled a strand of her hair. "How can you not know?"
"Do you know mine?" he asked.
"Of course I do. It's the day you met me.
So often we look at a calendar of days as merely a symbol of the passage of time. We forget why we are on this earth. We forget that there is a reason for all the pain and the struggle.
Oh, Marilla," she exclaimed one Saturday morning, coming dancing
in with her arms full of gorgeous boughs" 'I'm so glad I live in
a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we
just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it?
Match the right things in March
At the start of each year I sit down and look at both calendars and plan it that way. Obviously sometimes there are some overlaps but I have to be organised. At the moment motor racing is taking precedence and I have been quite lucky this year in picking and choosing.
On the set I never know what day of the week it is.
Chronology is not destiny
There's two dates in time
That they'll carve on your stone
And everyone knows what they mean
What's more important
Is the time that is known
In that little dash there in between
That little dash there in between
A calendar was hung in the kitchen as if to say: Expect more of the same.
date. There were two
I've never been one of those who wanted to fill my calendar up 90 percent of the time.
You need to think about the month, you need to plan the day, you need to take your elephant and divide into pieces and eat a slice a day
March 4th, the only day that is also a sentence
hello I'm day, hello I'm june
Never make the mistake of planning the day ... a day plans itself
At the end of each year, I sit on the floor and go page by page through the old calendar, inking annual events into the new one, all the while watching my year in 'dinner withs' skate by. When I'm done, I save the old calendar in the box of the new one and put it with the others on a shelf.
I am tired of the litany
of months, September October
I am tired of the way the seasons
keep changing, mimicking
the seasons of the flesh
which are real and finite.
Whenever someone says the word "month" to me, I call up an empty square filled with other empty squares, days, and hours and minutes, bricks on bricks spiraling inward, pinwheel and diamond, and herringbone patterns marching smaller and smaller to some vanishing point.
The days were heavy and sticky. All identical, one the same as the other. Soon they would even get rid of their one remaining distinction, the shell of their names: Monday, Tuesday, Thursday.
Don't be fooled by the calendar. There are only as many days in the year as you make use of.
He makes a July's day short as December.
You master Monday! You start winning the day! You start winning the week! Then the month! Then the year!
Faced with a time shortage, we squeeze tasks into the nooks and crannies of our calendar, leaving less and less time to switch between them. As a result, we become less and less productive exactly when we need to be most productive.
Each day was a carbon copy of the last. You needed a bookmark to tell one from the other.
My 2005 calendar we actually did a shoot in Lake Las Vegas. Since I had requests do some swimwear and athletic shots we tried them and they came out good so we inserted them into the new calendar.
Years pass by, calender pages change, and we realize the known past, sunshine clear present and the unpredictable future ...
#upasana
What day is so festal it fails to reveal some theft?
On day is pressed on by another.
Life is the best and only timekeeper.
I keep an elaborate calendar for my characters detailing on which dates everything happens. I'm constantly revising this as I go along. It gives me the freedom to intricately plot my story, knowing it will at least hold up on a timeline.
When that day until this day,
time still took months of running together,
past week, to meet, to the year
I have a calendar life that is complicated, so I use BusyCal and Google Calendar. I keep two different browsers open to avoid some confusion.
Sometimes you count the days, sometimes you weigh them.
The daily calendar seemed, to me, like a kind of cartoon black hole, and you didn't have to be a rocket scientist to know that that couldn't be sustained indefinitely. That's why I pulled the plug on that one after the '02 edition. Kind of a preemptive strike.
I'm a huge planner, more and more so as the years go by.
I am as prompt as a clock, if I only know the day a thing is wanted-otherwise I am a natural procrastinaturalist.
The calendar hath not an evil day
For souls made one by love, and even death
Were sweetness, if it came like rolling waves
While they two clasped each other, and foresaw
No life apart.
The importance of setting a date, as in choosing a colour, is a matter of selection. Orange may be seen equally well as 'the decline and fall of red' or 'the rise and triumph of yellow'.
Spring. March fans it, April christens it, and May puts on its jacket and trousers.
A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time.
Too many people, when they get old, think that they have to live by the calendar.
Clocks and calendars do not exist to remind us of the Time we've forgotten but to regulate our relations with others and indeed all of society, and this is how we use them.
Tomorrow! It is a period nowhere to be found in all the registers of time, unless, perchance, in the fool's calendar.
I love beginnings. If I were in charge of calendars, every day would be January 1. And
As a lady of clocklike precision yourself, you may appreciate my schedule. I have kept strictly to it every day for the past decade. From eight in the morning to eight in the evening, I devote myself to my duties. Then from eight in the evening to eight in the morning, I . . . do . . . not.
I value the friend who for me finds time on his calendar, but I cherish the friend who for me does not consult his calendar
April fool, n. The March fool with another month added to his folly.
No date prefixed directs me in the starry rubric set.
Hi, I'm Day.
Hi, I'm June.
For the wise man, every day is a festival.
The calendar is a human invention; time does not exist on the spiritual level.
January, the Monday of months....
Make your timetable according to your life but dont make your life according to your timetable
There is a wisdom in the body that is older and more reliable than clocks and calendars.
In a world where time cannot be measured, there are no clocks, no calendars, no definite appointments. Events are triggered by other events, not by time.
Meaning cannot be found, it should be created every hour of every day
Deadlines comes as a surprise ... superb: a new genre, in fact, combining the pleasures of list-making with that of last-minute eaves-dropping.
There is no yesterday or tomorrow; there is only this moment. Twenty-four hours a day. Seven days a week. Three hundred sixty-five days a year.
I'm tired and I don't know what day it is.
A holiday, the day I first named you, "friend."
You ever think about this? Every year you live, you pass the anniversary of your death. Now you don't know what day it is, of course.
AUGUST IS THE Sun. Me and Mom and Dad are planets orbiting the Sun. The rest of our family and friends are asteroids and comets floating around the planets orbiting the Sun.
Time is zero, no human made Calender's, colour of which the eyes could fail to identify, the taste of which the tongue could derail, the aroma of which the breathing becomes invalid when we are lost in the Kingdom
of Lord, Supreme Power.
The schools schedule is a series of units of time; the clock is king.
We have to schedule time to be unscheduled.
I never know what day it is. Never, ever, ever.
February, month of despair,
with a skewered heart in the centre.
February your grandmother!
There is a riddle about a man who is locked in a room with nothing but a bed and a calendar, and the question is: How does he survive?
The answer is: He eats dates from the calendar and drinks from the springs of the bed.
Stop walking with a 'calendar'. It's capable of ruining your fate,
by showing you the date & limiting your courage, by reminding you of your age.
Between speeches and awards, you can find something to do every other week. It's hard to write. Your focus gets splintered. Once you put one thing in your calendar, that month is gone.
When's the next star party?"
"Spring"
"Spring. Long time to wait."
"The sky's not going anywhere.
Celebrating a festival called life.
What is today but yesterday's tomorrow?
February, fill the dyke with what thou dost like.
Weeks passed, but my Word-A-Day Calendar was stuck on motherfucker.
My mom gave me one of those cloth calendars for the kitchen. It took me three hours to sew in a dental appointment.
First comes the day, then the seconds of the event, then the days which become weeks, then the months, then the years.
God schedules a birthday, not man.
Perspective seasons meaning with sprinkles of time.
for December 19 and for a day or two bracketing the